Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.